I hear myself talking something. All of a sudden I realize I am standing there , facing a dull and drab wall. I try to figure out how long had I been standing like this? Who am I speaking to? Why is'nt there a reply? Because I don't deserve one? Or is it because I was just talking to the wall, the wall that I created around myself to protect my rather fragile soul? Where am I to get the answer from now? The soul, the wall or my own fallacies?
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